VIEUX GITAN
Sam Saraindead
Ogaia WorldMusic Décembre 2016  

Cent pour cent CASH
Cent pour cent cash
Je suis un vieux gitan, 

J’ai  pas peur de le dire
 Je me fous bien  de leur loi
Mais je fais semblant 
 En souriant 
En planquant mes dents 
qui  me manquent,
Oh ouais,
Pire que l’héro !

Qaund tu ne peux plus sourire 
Même
Le ciel en rit 
Les dents...
Oh oui
Les Sans-Dents

On chante quand même, 
Mais on fait semblant 

Comme disent les petits 
marquis
Putain, il le joue bien
Le vieux gitan 
Sur la route 
en roulant,

Le dictaphone allumé, 
Sur le pare-brise
 Embrumé, 
Cent pour cent CASH 
Sur la route, 
Cent  pour cent ROOTS

On fait pas semblant 
Sinon,
 On n'est jamais dedans.

Pas la peine de compter 
Un deux trois quatre 
Marchez !
Pas de problème ascendant

On fait pas semblant

Je suis un vieux gitan 
J’ai pas peur de le chanter


 J’espère que ça a recordé
 CENT POUR CENT Cash !

VIEUX GITAN

Mots interdits
Sam Saraindead 2015
Blues country lent. 


Je te parle de ces mots interdits
Que l’on galvaude à tous les vents,
De ces je t’aime moi non plus
Lancés comme de la glue
Par de vils impudents
Aux appétits mal assouvis.

Oh dis-leur non
Trésor, dis-leur, non

Ce n’est pas le verbe qui aime,
Pas  plus que la bouche qui baise,
Même les yeux savent mentir,
Et les corps sont tous les mêmes.
Alors où se cache le secret sourire
Qui  lie les âmes jusqu’après la falaise ?

Oh dis-le moi
Trésor dis-le moi

Dans l’or doux du petit matin, 
J’ai versé du miel dans mon vin, 
Regardant les dernières étoiles mourir,
Guettant les réponses en soupirs, 
De l’odalisque insaisissable
Qui guérissait tous mes chagrins.

Oh souviens-toi
Trésor, souviens-toi.

Quand bercés par l’unisson fragile
Du souffle lent de nos corps alanguis,. 
Les aveux devenus inutiles
Se perdaient dans l’onde adorable
De l’océan sans fin
Qui bat du cœur des pierres à celui des humains.

Oh dis-le moi, Trésor
Oh, Trésor, dis-le moi

MOTS INTERDITS  OgaïaBand LIVE 2017

Ajoutée le 14 oct. 2016
TRIBUTE to MELODY 


Sam Saraindead 13/09/2016
Copyrights reserved
 

Oh, Melody, sweet sweet Melody, 
An evening of perfect solitude, 
playing guitar to an ironic wall 
in front of my favorite vinyls,
I suddenly thought you smiled at me
on a black and white jacket, 
judging my attitude
and piercing my naked heart,
like a real cannonball. 
I hadn't taken pills, 
Nor smoked tobacco, blended
with grass to dream and feel.

Oh, Melody, sweet sweet Melody
Perhaps I just met the pain of your floating soul 
remembering this so smooth ceiling
above the prison of sheets, in your hospital bed. 

GUITARS

Oh, Melody, sweet sweet Melody,
this message was so limpid to share
I could sing it in French, easy to achieve,
knowing you would understand, 
but it sprang from the depths of the stars, 
as a Sunday gospel, played by an angel's band 
and I found myself like a kid, wanting to believe
that one day, in this life or in other spaces,
you'd be there in the front row 
hidden behind your dark glasses,

Oh, Melody, sweet sweet Melody
Listening to this little story and these bluesy chords, 
Being the only one to know, 
The true sense of these simple words.

TRIBUTE To MELODY OgaïaBand LIVE 2017

THE BEST WAY (LIVE 2017 )
Sam Saraindead/ Mars 2016
Copyright France SCAM
 
 _________________

There’s no best way
NO NO NO
Anyway
You ‘re exactly
Where you’ve to be
Because to Be
or Not...
Is a trajectory


YOUR history
Of Birth and Death
You’re made of it
Informations and  phototonic
Black and withe holes

Grapes of pure light
All double all unique 
For all Eternity 
You’re  Cords in Loops
Molecular and Biologic
That‘s you, and me

There’s no best way
NO NO NO
Anyway
You’re exactly
at the right place where you‘ve to be
In your Fracal  4D Trajectory
Just a moving pack 
of flesh and soul that burns
With no return
But who wants to come back ?

PREMIX 01 BEST WAY Sam&Jazz

ACCUEIL à a Princesse SONG  (Welcome Princess incoming //
PLAY BACK OFFICIAL MIX 01 
JAZZ CUBOTA Guitar solo  /
Sam guitar Charvel 
Paul Alcon Bass
Phil Aguéro Drums.
Guitar Sam is  a vintage 1988  WITHOUT  effect Duncan micros original. 
Thank's AMERICA for your marvelous guitars co-made in Germany. Fuck for your bombs !

Vintage. Amplis LAMPE 1990 100Watt. 
Ogaïa WM 
LE LABO STUDIO  link. https://www.facebook.com/La-BULLE-DES-ARTS-Le-Labo-420498758323833/

Rock is still alive ! . MIXAGE PRUDUCER associated JAZZ Cubota. 
OgaïaBand
Sam Saraindead
https://www.facebook.com/labulledesarts/

"Accueil à la Princesse " Jazz Cubota lead guitar

MOTS INTERDITS Playback Official  666

RAINY DAY

Sam&Phil for OgaïaBand/ July 2017

____________
Rainy day
With my lady, smoking sweet grass
In the old bungalow,
Looking at the green and grey
Waves rolling on the bay
Under the bridge of a rainbow,
Singing “Yesterday” with Lennon on the place
As if Time went away,
Rainy day…
Chorus1

Rainy day
Cocooning in our bed,
Looking at the window
Playing on your smooth skin
In the staccato of drops
That claps the tempo of our dreams
Rainy day with my Lady,
In the good old bungalow…

Chorus 2

Yesterday,
Coming back in my brain,
As a lascivious pain
With my Lady in a blue way
Upper the grey of sky
Surfing the bridge of the rainbow
Of our memories, flying hight
With Lennon as if Time went away
Rainy day…

Chorus 3
In the old bungalow,
Looking at the green and grey
Waves rolling on the bay
Under the bridge of a rainbow,
Singing “Yesterday” with Lennon on the place
As if Time went away,
Rainy day…

Rainy Day

Written on the sand 
OFFICIAL  LYRICS & composition
Sam Saraindead
July 2017-07-03
PRISE & MIXAGE : Le Labo/Gers / Mixage arrangements chorus, Bass, Phil Aguéro, & Paul Alcon
Drums Paul Alcon
Bass Phil Aguéro
Lead rythmic guitar Sam S.
That's OgaïaBand today !
Le Labo est à la Bulles des Arts
France. Gers



 
Sometimes
Everything sounds so vain
As the words 
you wrote with your hand
In summertime
On the shiny sand
Just when sun rises
Love forever, stand by me, 
as promised

I closed my eyes
The space of a sigh
And then is heard no more: 
Yes, I say, I agree,
Life is a tale
Told by an idiot, 
full of sound and fury,
Signifying nothing.

Everything goes and returns
In the swell of time
All is illusion
Even the pain

A  strange dream
So crazy, so aberrant
Which begins again and again
Always different



And always the same
Written by an invisible hand
On the sand
Of our floating memories

And I stand
Awaiting the return of the dawn,
Alone in the night wtith my stories
On the deserted beach
Watching for a last bonfire
A last flame
Which would make me believe 
And each morning
I say to myself:
Let it be 
It’s much ado about nothing

Everything goes and returns
In the swell of time
All is illusion
Even the pain

And there, in lazy wavelets
I see the dancing gleams
Of the first rays of life 
Who comes back, obstinate like hope
In the new day, written on the sand 

MIXAGE : Production  captation et mixages : Le Labo. La BulledesArts 2017 
Mixage arrangements OgaïaBand Phil Aguéro co-producer
DRUMS : Paul Alcon
BASS Phil Aguéro
GUITARES CHORUS : Paul Alcon & Phil Aguéro
LEAD RTYHMIC guitar  : Sam S.
CLIP 
https://soundcloud.com/rushes-infos/written-in-the-sand-sam-saraindead-voice

Written In The Sand (Sam Saraindead voice)

BASE LINE : "If you give the best, sure you'll receive, it's a question of altitude, not an attitude. ""
Sam
Capttaion 100% CASH Duo guitars & Voice. One shot, one take. . 
Charvel and Egale Vintage.  Marshall vintage

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